However, his movement was halted by another hand the next second, catching his mid-swing. Corley frowned, eyeing the newcomer with annoyance, "You?" Roseanne murmured, "Mr. Reynolds, how did you..."

Her voice almost broke at that moment.

Owen's gaze settled on her face. "Are you okay?"

Roseanne nodded. "Yeah," but her voice was thick with congestion. That wasn't true.

Owen offered, "I've got my car here. Can I give you a lift home?"

Roseanne said gratefully, "That would be great, thank you."

Owen wrapped an arm around her, ready to leave.

To Roseanne, she felt like a pebble teetering on the edge of a cliff, unstable until Owen showed up, grounding her. "Mr. Reynolds, what brings you here?" Next to the estate was a luxury hotel where he attended a conference. Taking a break, he stepped out for some fresh air and stumbled upon the scene. Owen answered lightly, "Just here for something."

lost your way. The conference is next door. It is my

in his tracks, Roseanne halting alongside

"I can take care of my guest. No need for Mr.

turned, his gaze briefly sweeping over him.

quickly spoke, "I'll go with Mr.

at a loss for words.

Owen said, "Let's go."

seeing Roseanne tangled up with the two men. "Roseanne, where do you want to go?" Roseanne answered quietly,

"Are you that desperate? Can't live without a man?" "Were you already messing around behind my back before

you just move on like that? Even going after someone I know, you're truly

viewed as fickle and ungrateful in the most extreme way possible. Then,

like knives, blood gushing out with every slice. When the pain reached its peak, it

eyes, reddened, fixed on Murray's distorted face, her teeth chattering from the cold as if

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